My Brother, My Rapist

“I just had to get out of that house,” Hannah said.

“Why? What happened?”

“Oh yeah, I never told you.” Hannah had a flair for being forgetful, but even as she hardened herself to tell me, it was clearly something she’d always remembered. “Well, when I was younger, my second oldest brother started molesting me.”

“How so? Just kissing and touching?” I asked, hoping she’d elaborate.

“More than that,” Hannah paused. “He’d force me to suck his cock, he’d give me oral, and then he’d have sex with me.”

“Did he ever say why?” I gave Hannah a look of genuine concern and curiosity as I was fighting the urge to show how turned on I was by her admission.

“He’d say stuff like ‘This is how brothers take care of their sisters’ or ‘You just feel so good, I can’t help myself.’ Hannah shook her head, “It got really bad for a year where he would even stalk me. He’d find me at school, and force me in the bathroom because he “had to have me” and to make sure I wasn’t giving it away to some other boy at school. He was sick.”

“Did you ever tell anyone?’

“Of course I did. My parents got mad because they thought I wanted to send my brother to jail, and told us it was best to just be separated. So they sent me to live with my Aunt.”

“Wow. So what ever happened to your brother?”

“Last I know, he got caught up with some drugs and ended up going to prison anyway.” Hannah laughed to herself a little, “He’s been in and out of rehab ever since.”

“Have you ever talked to him about what happened?”

“Yeah.” she shuddered, “He called me about a year ago from a rehab facility out in Kentucky somewhere, I think. He said he wasn’t sorry for what he did and that it was the best time of his life and he specifically said, he’s gonna look for me when he gets out, so we could be together again. Needless to say, I changed my number and moved out of my apartment. Didn’t even tell my parents just in case.”

“Wow, he sounds like a real head case. Hope he gets some help, that’s really messed up.”

“I know. But I’m glad I told you, and it’s not too weird for you, right?”

“Hey, everybody’s got a past.” I said. I went back to my cobb salad as if that was the end of the conversation , but in reality, it was all I could think about the rest of the day. Our conversation continued on, but it was being drowned out by my thoughts. Hannah and I had been together for two years now and she’s never known my deepest fantasy. I am obsessed with incest. I find the entire concept fascinating.

There were so many more questions I wanted to ask her. If he brother ever wore a condom, did he ever cum inside her, did her other brothers ever take a turn? It was driving me crazy. Maybe it was my own experience with incest that made me so intrigued by it all. An attractive cousin of mine would always tease me because she had big tits at an early age. We flirted, kissed, even fondled each other. But nothing further. It always irked me that I never got to feel inside of her. It’s something I still think about some days.

But the idea that my girlfriend had her own incestuous encounter was driving me mad. All I wanted to do was find her brother, tell her where she was, and see if he would come storming over, cock in hand ready to pound his little sister’s cunt.

I had to do a little research but I found 3 facilities in Kentucky that housed drug-related criminals, I called each one asking if they had anyone there by the last name of Steiner since that was Hannah’s last name. They refused to give me any information until I said I was trying to reach someone for a funeral of a loved one. Only 1 said they housed a Howard Steiner about 4 months ago. Bingo.

They gave me the last known address, and I sat down to write a letter. I wrote it as Hannah, saying she’d been trying to find him and that this was the last address she’d heard he was at. I told him how I (she) wanted to talk about what happened between them, that they were family and they should try to make it work. I sent the letter with our address on it. No phone number. Hoping he’d show up out of the blue.

Each day that went by was like torture for me. I hoped and prayed he’d gotten the letter, and that he was on his way to see his sister and fuck her like the good ole times.